Summer of '84

What Year is it?

Chapter Two

"I'll be your distraction,"

Appearing at the quarry once again school had ended yesterday for them. “What no it’s always been about mass not distance.” a squeaky voice rang. That little voice belonged to none other than Eddie Kaspbrak. Eddie had been arguing with the school’s class clown Richie Tozier who always had some weird fetish for Eddie’s mom’s undergarments. “So who is going to go first?” Richie asked glancing over to the end of the line of boys standing along the rocky ledge. “I will,” Another voice rang however this time the voice belonged to Beverly Marsh Billy boys little schoolboy crush. Beverly slides off her dress running past the boys landing into the green water. Bill was caught staring at Beverly admiring her beautiful fiery short red curls that sat so carefree on the top of her head.”Holy shit we just got shown up by a girl!” Richie shouted.

Later that very same afternoon Ben watched Bill admiring the red-headed girl who happened to be sun tanning right in front of them.
“Hey, Ben schools out for summa,” Richie imitated one of his many shitty voices or impressions as he would call it. Pickking up Ben’s black dirty old Jansport bag. “Oh, that’s not school stuff.” Ben mumbled “Who sent you this,” Richie asked, picking up a postcard from Ben’s bag “No one,” Ben told Richie as he quickly snatched the card from Richie’s sticky fingers. Bill let out a nervous chuckle as Beverly got up and sat next to him on an old wooden log. Bill was still a tad hysterical when it came to his younger brother although it had been a year since Georgie's passing he still felt the presence of him lingering within the walls of his home. “Your hair,” Bill stuttered “It looks nice,” Ben finished for him Beverly tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear as they all continued to look at Ben’s research.  Richie constantly makes rude remarks, Eddie telling him to shut up, while Beverly, Bill, and Ben had their weird love triangle.

Oddly made Stanley feel happy as if he wouldn’t have his friend group any other way. A small smile crept upon his face, his lips tugged to create a bigger smile however that’s all you could get from Stan a half-smile. 
Everything was peaceful for a moment, no one was thinking about the copious amounts of missing kid posters that littered every public corkboard in Derry. Bill wasn’t overthinking about Gorgie at that moment. However this just seemed to be the calm before the storm, yet the Losers club would not have suspected that this alleged storm would be a full-blown hurricane. Ripped up homes, Mother’s sobs becoming more frequent. The broken record in Stanley’s father’s office playing louder and louder in the back of his broken mind. 

Although Stanley enjoyed his thoughts, usually his thoughts had become tainted. Ever since the evening in his Father’s office. Stanley saw a woman whose face was ugly and distorted. Her teeth are sharper than a box of razors. Fears that belonged to Stanley Uris flooded his mind like an old movie flickering through a projector. Playing on a ripped screen, a red balloon followed him as he recorrete the painting in which this woman was held. 
Stan shuddered once again at the minor thought of that painting,